Personal Life and Death
On August 9, 1973, in Cape Cod, Massachusetts, Berenson married her Remember My Name costar Anthony Perkins. They had two sons: actor-musician Oz Perkins (born February 2, 1974) and folk/rock recording artist Elvis Perkins (born February 9, 1976). They remained married until Perkins' death of AIDS on September 12, 1992.
Berenson died at age 53 in the September 11 attacks aboard American Airlines Flight 11, one day before the ninth anniversary of Perkins' death. She was returning to her California home following a holiday on Cape Cod.
At the National September 11 Memorial & Museum, Berenson is memorialized at the North Pool, on Panel N-76.
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